The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

As if he was grabbing onto a chick, Sandra held Samuel and turned around.

Then, he saw a tall and burly disciple standing behind him.

The disciple had chiseled jaws and almond-shaped eyes.

With his extremely cold expression, one could tell that he was a nasty person at a glance.

“You are?” Sandra looked at the person in front of him.

When Samuel saw the person, his eyes lit up.

Then, with a flushed face, he said with great difficulty, ”John… John… Save me…”

John did not even spare a glance at Samuel.

“Someone wants me to break one of your arms and legs, and hand over those spirit stones that don’t belong to you.

Are you going to do it yourself, or do you need my help?”

”Oh?” Sandra glanced at Samuel.

Samuel was so terrified that he felt his soul almost leaving his body.

When he felt the murderous intent that Sandra emitted, Samuel felt his internal organs tremble.

“No… It’s not me… It’s…” Samuel was about to mention Peter, but at the thought of the consequences being worse, Samuel bit his tongue.

However, the fear in his eyes was obvious.

Although Sandra was not as proficient in the pathway to immortality as these disciples who were in the sect for a long time, the wisdom of the ways of the world was common sense.

Hence, when Sandra saw Samuel’s expression, he gave it a quick thought and instantly understood.

The disciple Samuel addressed as John was probably sent by his support.

After all, Sandra was also suspicious as to why Samuel, who was only a mid-level first-stage Pulse Control Realm cultivator, would have so many spirit stones?

Did he really think all the peak first-stage disciples were blind and foolish?

Sandra realized that Samuel was only the lapdog of the disciples in the higher realm than him.

John, his position was naturally slightly higher than Samuel’s, and he was the one

simply tossed Samuel

his seemingly casual action caused a loud bang,

an instant, Samuel’s head bled again, and his body hurt

but he directly looked at John and sneered, “Breaking my arm and leg? If the patrol team

those words, but

and he showed a

“Don’t worry about it.

hurt other disciples of the same sect will at most only deduct five to eight sect contribution

kill someone

deducted, and after I’m done,

quietly remembered the

your stance, it seems that you’re

rude!” John roared, “Witness the strength of

in front of Albert, and

slap even arrived, the next palm followed

falling after one

appeared to have condensed into a block of steel plate, wanting to block Sandra

that although Samuel and John were of the same realm, their difference in their strength was like

they would have admitted defeat Unfortunately for John, he met Albert, the

eyes were cold as he

blessings, Sandra’s Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows was

he showcased it, his footwork had a sense of indescribable elegance

only moving between a few square meters, the Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows seemed to be constantly changing, and

John’s expressions instantly changed.

such an agile movement like Sandra’s, nor had he heard of

since he had already attacked,

and continuously let out dozens of palms which immediately

dozens of palms condensed into one slap in mid-air, and it violently smashed onto

Bang!

and visible airwaves were formed,

as he did not manage to

slapped the

that John struck, his figure

It was a phantom!

time, he heard a mocking

the sect, you’ll already be

and every hair on him was standing

just as he wanted to turn around, John was already